True Confessions #1 - The Laundry Chute  

AnEnigma517 61M
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11/18/2005 6:27 pm

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True Confessions #1 - The Laundry Chute

I was 16 when a neighborhood MILF (although we didn’t call them that back then) took my virginity… and it was sloppy seconds, at that. But that’s another story for another time. My sexual awakening occurred long before that… during the summer between 5th and 6th grades. It happened quite by accident, and it was, I suppose, the beginning of a voyeur hobby that I still indulge in occasionally.

My older sister, who had blossomed into a grown-up looking 16-year-old was sunbathing in the back yard one day while I was mowing the lawn. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I guess I got a little too close to where she was laying on her belly. The cut grass shot out of the side of the mower all over her, and when she jumped up, the top of her bikini fell off… she had un-done the strap so as not to get the tan line across her back. Anyway, seeing her grown-up breasts suddenly made me harder than I had ever been… even harder than it got when my brother and I would sneak into Dad’s workshop to look at his Playboys. Katherine covered up real quick, then proceeded to yell at me, calling me “queer” and “perverted” and basically making me feel like some nit-wit for getting a boner. I guess she noticed the tent in front of my shorts.

Well, seeing her like that just made me obsessed with seeing the real deal again, and wanting to see more than just bare boobs. Suddenly, seeing a real girl was a whole lot better than looking at pictures in magazines. We lived out in the sticks, so it wasn’t like I had my pick of neighborhood girls to spy on, so I figured, why not? My sister’s a girl, and she’s here most of the time. Anyway, I spent a lot of time that summer plotting clever ways to satisfy my harmless, youthful lust.

My first scheme didn’t work too good. We had this laundry chute that went from the second-floor bathroom to the first-floor laundry room, and at the bottom of the chute was a cabinet. Below the cabinet was a toilet. Katherine liked to watch TV late at night, and when she did, she’d use the toilet in the laundry room. Yep, you guessed it. I figured it was just a matter of time before she’d feel the need to pee, and I’d be hiding in the laundry cabinet to watch her. Seemed like a good plan at the time, and after a week of her not getting the urge to use the toilet during her late night television viewing, I was about to give up, then finally, it was show time! What I forgot to consider in my plan was the latch on the cabinet door, that worked only on the outside of the door. Katherine came into the laundry room and just as she started pulling her pants down (I barely glimpsed the top of her pubic patch), she noticed the cabinet door slightly ajar. Not realizing that I was inside, she pushed the little door closed, and the click of the latch echoed in my head like a cold slap on the face. I could hear her peeing into the bowl, then flush the commode, and through the crack around the cabinet's door, I could see that she turned off the light and went back to the den across the hall.

I spent an hour or so trying to figure out how to get out of that little cubbyhole of a space, and after abandoning the idea of shimmying up the chute to the second floor (it was really only duct-work and not very wide at all), I decided to try to push the door open with my foot, hoping that it would just kind of nudge itself open a little so I could crawl out and sneak back upstairs to my bedroom. Carefully and gingerly I pushed on the edge of the door where I thought the latch would be, and it seemed like it was giving slightly, but it wouldn’t unlock the latch. I pushed just a little harder, with both feet, and the next thing I knew, there was a loud bang when the door slammed into the wall and I found myself standing in the toilet bowl below. (I thought girls always put the seat down!) Well… to make a long story short, she really had a reason to call me “pervert” then! Of course, she just had to go tattling to Dad when he got home from work that night, and I got an ass-whooping, even though I tried to plead ignorance because I was sleep-walking at the time.

Something like that should have cured my naughty little obsession, but it only made me more determined. And those are other stories for other times…

T.P.LENTZ, author
11/18/2005



rm_bella_ 48F
4030 posts
11/18/2005 11:32 pm

Thanks for visiting my blog. your post is wonderful, please dont stop!


AnEnigma517 61M

11/19/2005 6:15 am

Thanks Nic! I feel so liberated! Finally, my stories can be told! I don't have to be a closet voyeur any longer! By the way, regarding [post 141385], my answer is "Yes" (as my saga will show).


AnEnigma517 61M

11/19/2005 6:17 am

Hi Bella! Thanks for your kind comment... I'm looking forward to catching up; you have a lot of interesting looking posts, and the way you put your words together is amazing and wonderful!


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12/15/2005 12:24 pm


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